It was a Sunday afternoon, and You were hosting a small party, for a few friends. You had not told me who those friends were - only that dinner would be served for six people - of course, as You did tell me, I would not be included...
...for You told me that my role was to serve You, Him, and Your guests...but I had not expected for You to insist on certain details...or perhaps I did, knowing You as I do.
I was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a cheesecake, with fresh strawberries as a topping, and my skirt swished against my stockings as I moved to and fro...
...oh, skirt? Stockings? Of course You would have me dress as a maid for this party. Perhaps You were testing my submission, perhaps You wanted to see my reaction to being shown in this manner to Your guests tonight. But You dressed me in an outfit that was somewhat less revealing than a French maids' uniform, with a black sheer silk blouse and a relaxed crepe skirt, protected by a knee length apron, and the skirt hem about three inches above my knees. Of course, I was wearing a garter belt and stockings - this felt most unusual to me, but I soon savored the feeling of the garter belt around me.
My hair was coiffed and styled beautifully, and I was wearing makeup, personally applied to me by You. This was the first time that I had ever worn mascara, and I still was not used to the feeling, but I had to admit, after shaving my mustache off, that I did look pretty. And You seemed pleased, especially when I put the five inch stilettos on my feet...or tried to...
...this, You admitted, would be easier if You put them onto my feet, so I saw a sight that I never expected to see - You kneeling before me, holding my stockinged feet, and gently stroking them, before putting the black stilettos on to my feet.
Of course, You took pleasure earlier, as You prepared me for this evening, by making me endure an enema. Then, You waxed my body, removing my body hair, bit by bit, as I did my best to hold still for You. And the stockings felt very wonderful, as did the sleek black girdle panties You had told me to wear tonight. I felt very secure in the panties, which made me forget that my cock would have wanted to harden, to swell, to grow...
...but I was too busy, finishing the cheesecake, for dinner would be served in ten minutes, and You had told me that every course would be served at exactly the scheduled time, or else.
At that moment, I felt You standing behind me, Your hands gently rubbing my nipples through the apron and blouse. Not satisfied, You untied my apron, and removed it from me, and set it on the counter. Of course, all I did was breathe - I did not move from my position. You then stroked my nipples through the blouse, more insistently, more quickly...but my cock could not move, could not grow, imprisoned in the girdle panties as it was.
Then, I felt something being placed around my eyes - I was now blindfolded. Then, You told me to remove my blouse, and face You as I did, slowly, button by button, and You smiled at me, appreciating my performance for You, admiring my handsome chest and belly, framed from below by the suspender belt, framed from above by my made-up face.
Then, as I stood still, You lowered my arms, which were fully extended above my head, wrists crossed, as You had instructed me to do, and bound my wrists behind my back, with a wide band of something sleek and smooth, perhaps silk. Following this, You fastened a collar around my neck - not leather, but something very soft and plush. Clicking a leash to the o-ring on the collar, You led me out the kitchen door.
I guessed that I was in the dining room, but You led me past it, and into the living room. "Head straight," You prompted me softly, and I stiffened. Then, You removed the leash, and told me to kneel. I felt a pillow beneath my knees.
"Thank You, Mistress," I said, softly.
"Now, Mine," You told me, "three of our guests are very damp, and they need to be cleaned." I heard several women laughing. "But, in order to clean them, they have to have cum first - so you must make them cum, then clean them, with just your mouth."
I heard a male voice now - it was Master. "There will be another test, of course." He pulled me to a standing position, and removed my skirt, leaving me in panties, stockings, stilettos, and suspender belt. "You should do something with him," He told You.
In a moment, I felt a brush tickling my nipples. "Some rouge will make you look very pretty," You told me. "Now, you may kneel."
He spoke. "This test will be simple - you will see who you have made cum after you are done, and you must correctly identify the order in which you did so. You will be rewarded in any event, and punished in any event also - they will be determined by Me, based on how well you do."
"Oh, there is one more thing that we will do first," You told me, pushing my back down, so my chest touched a pair of ice buckets, so my nipples were touching the ice. "Lift your ass, Mine, and do not move, because you will be Mine tonight." I did so, and You removed my panties, down to my ankles. Then, You pressed against me, and I felt something press against my ass.
I knew what was coming, but You gently stroked my back. "Just relax, Mine, and it will be easier for you." I relaxed as You thrust into me. It hurt, even though You had thoughtfully lubricated the strap-on, but You took Your time, and I became overwhelmed with the pain from Your strap-on, the pain of my nipples from the ice, and the embarrassment of knowing there were guests watching me be taken by You...but I held still, kept my nipples in the ice, and my ass in the air, even as you told me, "Yes, Mine, I am going to fuck you now, and maybe, if you relax, you may cum too..."
...and, since someone was stroking my cock, a someone with a warm and gentle hand, I knew that You were doing this to me, because You were proud of me, and wanted to show Him that I was a wonderful submissive to You, and pleased You.
You began to thrust faster now, and began to moan. At this moment, the hand left my cock - a moment later, I felt a warm, wet mouth begin to take my cock, and fuck me with her mouth. As I heard Him say, "Wow!" at this moment, I knew that it was one of the guests, and she was fucking my cock in perfect timing with You fucking my ass - it was very hard keeping my nipples in the ice.
A moment later, I heard You cry, utterly in ecstasy, and that made me cum - that, and a mouth deep throating my cock - and I felt the woman sucking my cock cum as well - apparently, someone had been fucking her, and very well, too.